In the busy city, various shops and roadside stalls are noisy, shouting, and there is an endless stream of people running around.
"Pancakes! Freshly baked pancakes!"
"Tofu tofu! Freshly ground tofu!"
"Fortune telling! The divine fortune passed down from ancestors, ten cents a time, don't give up the money!"
Zhao Huai's figure passed by. He was walking slowly in the direction of the pawn shop, throwing copper coins up and down in his hand.
Today's fortune is very good, all are "blessings", but my destiny has never been revealed, which is really contradictory.
Suddenly, Zhao Huai was pulled by an old man at a roadside stall.
The old man was wearing a linen brown gown, the wrinkles on his face were piled together, and his head was already gray.
He kept mumbling:
"God's destiny passed down from our ancestors! This young master doesn't want to count his own destiny? What a pity!"
Zhao Huai silently shook off the other party's hand and said expressionlessly:
"My life is very good, no need to calculate, thank you."
After saying that, he was about to leave, but was stopped again. The old fortune teller looked like he was teaching:
"Young man, I have seen too many people like you. You are young and frivolous, and you don't know how to gain ground with a little bit of strength. You don't know how much disaster is waiting for you behind the scenes."
"Ah."
Zhao Huai was immediately amused by his serious look.
I have gold and copper coins, so I still need you to calculate them?
Don't let me fool you, the future is still pretty good.
Zhao Huai immediately sneered and said: "Okay, it's not impossible for you to calculate. If it's not accurate, you have to give me a hundred taels of silver."
The old fortune teller was stunned and said speechlessly: "Young man, you are robbing money."
"What, are you scared? Is it still okay?"
Zhao Huai smiled faintly.
The old fortune teller regained his composure and said with a smile: "Okay, if it's not accurate at all, it doesn't matter if I give you a hundred taels of silver."
Zhao Huai immediately decided that if there was any discrepancy in what the other party said, he would deny it with all his strength, and he would punish these charlatans.
"My ancestors passed down the divine order, and my reputation as a tough-talking judge of wealth is not just for boasting."
The old fortune teller said proudly.
"Young master, are you reading palms or taking calligraphy tests?"
"Let's do palmistry."
Zhao Huai stretched out his hand.
The old fortune teller grabbed his hand, narrowed his eyes, and observed it carefully.
After looking at it for a long time, the old fortune teller couldn't help but frown.
Zhao Huai saw this and smiled playfully: "Can't you tell?"
Unexpectedly, the old fortune teller shook his head and smiled: "No, I have a general understanding."
"real or fake?"
Zhao Huai said suspiciously.
"Of course it's true."
The old fortune teller's tone was very confident.
"In my opinion, the young master's hands correspond to the yin and yang, and he is full of joy. He must have just been married a few days ago."
Zhao Huai was slightly startled when he heard this, then frowned and asked:
"anything else?"
The old fortune teller smiled and said: "Looking at the young master's face, he seems to be overjoyed. This lady's appearance must be very beautiful, and the two of them are very much in love."
"Are you following me?"
Zhao Huai said lightly.
Anyone who knows him can know these things if he pays a little attention.
"No, little old man."
The old fortune teller shook his head and continued: "Since you don't believe me, let me tell you about your fortune."
"Just now, I was surprised that the young master's fortune was destined to be a noble one. It stands to reason that it had already fallen off and completely declined three years ago. But now his fortune has actually revived, and there is still some hope. It's quite... For being weird.”
"But what is certain is that in the next few years, Young Master will soar to great heights."
The old fortune teller's tone seemed to be sighing, but also seemed to be sighing.
If the information just now can be said to be man-made, then Zhao Huai sounds a little weird when he hears these things now.
Because his path was exactly the same as what the old man said. Since the fall of Great Yan, his luck has naturally declined. It was not until [Hong Luck Head] was born that his luck got slightly better.
Zhao Huaixin believed it somewhat, but he didn't dare to believe it completely, so he said calmly:
"Let me draw lots."
"please."
The old fortune teller smiled and took out a box of wooden picks, handed it over, and explained:
"Sir, if you want to ask something or know something, just recite the question silently in your mind, then throw the wooden pick, and you will get instructions from God."
A directive from God?
If there is really an instruction from God, then quickly send him back to his original world.
Although Zhao Huai thinks so in his heart, if there is such an opportunity, he will not choose that way, and he is now living more freely than before.
I finally prayed once today. I originally didn’t believe in ghosts and gods, but when I came to this world, I had to be doubtful. For my own goal, why not ask how to achieve immortality.
After thinking about it, Zhao Huai tossed the lot.
"despair."
A wooden stick landed softly.
Zhao Huai stepped forward to take the sign, looked at the words and murmured:
"I also showed kindness to my heart. Even though I died nine times, I still have no regrets."
The old fortune teller glanced at the words above and said with a smile:
"This is the words of the ancient sage Qu Zi, who tells us that as long as we pursue something in our hearts, we should not regret it even if we die. If we persist in doing it, we will always achieve it."
"Is there no regrets in immortality..."
Zhao Huai seemed to understand somewhat.
The old fortune teller put away the wooden sticks and taught earnestly: "The destiny can be changed due to human affairs. God is just giving us a warning. The Book of Changes is the change. If you can do your best, the bad luck will not be bad. .”
"Master, look, am I accurate?"
Zhao Huai pondered for a long time, smiled slightly, and did not answer.
Instead, he took ten cents from his waist and threw it to the old man.
"Thanks."
After that, he turned and left.
The old fortune teller held ten copper coins in his hand, looked at Zhao Huai's leaving figure, and smiled.
"Old Yu, does he have any cultivation level?"
At this time, a female vendor selling candied haws at a roadside stall slowly approached the old man and asked in a low voice.
"Indeed not."
The old fortune teller shook his head: "I touched his bones and felt his Dantian. He is indeed an ordinary person."
The female dealer nodded and then asked: "Then your predictions about him are all true?"
"Half truth, half lie."
“Which part is true and which part is false?”
The old fortune-teller smiled slightly and said: "The girl Qinghan's fortune is of course a prophetic one. As for what's behind, the secret must not be leaked."
The female trader sighed: "I was adopted and raised by Her Highness the Princess since I was a child. I followed Her Highness all the way north, conquering cities and territories, and was invincible. She is my idol."
"But now, where have I seen her like this? Where is that heroic general with unparalleled cultivation and silver armor and halberd?"
"Now that King Qin's people have occupied half of the government and the public, what should we do?"
The old fortune teller said calmly: "Perhaps, this is the real her. I have been with the princess for many years and made plans for several years. I have long expected this day.
"The life of an ordinary person is not bad. What's more, the husband she married may not be ordinary in the future."
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